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@Favwontmiss Or you call it first, they blame you for causing problems by identifying them, you get bullied and blamed and become to scapegoat.
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The best way to combat a narcissist is to be a shameless person.
ThatPortharcourtBoy aka Nnukwu Nmanwu@ThatPHCBoy
narcissists are always deeply invested in everyone thinking they are good people, so when they are abusing you and you speak up, there's a battalion of people ready to be character witnesses for them. to defeat them, attack that public perception of them and unmask them.
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@LFChowning @teachrobotslove I know why my dad abused me, I know why he let men hurt me. I know why my mother resented me for being born. How does having this knowledge reduce my BPD please tell me.
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BPD live in a world where everyone has abandoned or hurt them, and avoid the pain by saying "it is the world that does this" so they can avoid asking "am I the common denominator?"
Unfortunately for their spouses, you not leaving endangers that worldview. They want to say how the world hates them, how heartless and cruel people are. If you stay, the question becomes "why did mom want to kill me, why did dad leave one day, why did my cousin hurt me like that", rather than allowing the less painful "people always leave me".
And yes, the problem with the endgame there is that once they drive everyone off... then they have no-one to shield them from those questions they did not want to ask.
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People with borderline personality disorder aren't driven by the fear of abandonment. That's the lie we tell ourselves. The point of a system is what it does. The BPD yearns to be abandoned. Everything they do is engineered to drive people away, to engender suffering for themselves, so they can tell themselves a grand narrative about the pain of existence, their worthlessness, their badness. They are desperate to prove that all joy is a lie, something that is only given to be taken away, a cruel game inflicted by the earth. They want to get rid of anything that can hurt them so they never have to hurt again. They want to finally reach the end of this miserable storg, having destroyed their relationships, all alone, with nothing worthwhile, so that they can discover the hurt continues. Because they didn't lose everything. They still have themselves. And that's when they discover the last source of hurt is their own continued existence, and the only way to be truly safe is to kill themselves.
BPDs don't fear abandonment. They want to create the perfect suicide.
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@fw_naetoblaq Yeah I get that cos I sleep all the time around safe people.
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CANCER, SCORPIO, PISCES
You are breaking a karmic cycle and stepping into a brand new life. Don't succumb to the urge to return to that "familiar chaos" that harmed you but made you feel safe; it was never in the universe's plan for you to stay there. For many of you, leaving your roots, moving, and major changes of location are on the horizon. If you lovingly accept this massive change, write "I am ready" to seal the energy.
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@SomeLatinWord This happened to me with an English man in london. I ended up online researching him till i understood exactly why he did that to me.
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@teachrobotslove The problem with being intelligent is that you can see through men’s shit and when they realise that they are terrified of you.
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One summer I decided I was going to be a dumb bimbo. I made a new group of friends and told nobody that I was a writer and made a point to not say anything interesting. I'd wear a blue crop top and a little white plaid mini skirt and I spent an hour on the Stairmaster every day and ate chicken breast so my abs were popping, then I'd go out at night and order a round of shots for the bar and drink spilled alcohol right off the serving tray and make out with boys and girls at dingy little house parties and go out to the rodeo and hear about all the small town drama and take groups of people home after the bars closed and show them my collection of guns. Nobody asked my opinion about anything important, but everyone still liked me. It was like being a little puppy in the sense my presence itself was the only thing required for people to enjoy me.
It was amazing, so freeing. Nothing's better than being a total idiot.
crybaby 🖤@normietrashbmbo
Receiving conflicting information
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I had a near-incident on the D train last night. A black guy about ten seats down from me was having a fit. "I'll break your fucking jaw," he kept saying to no one in particular. I studiously avoided eye contact, hoping he'd contain himself until I got off in two stops. This is not an uncommon experience, but something felt different. I felt a presentiment.
At the next stop, a Chinese family got on—man, woman, two teenage daughters. I assumed they were tourists as they had zero situational awareness. The man walked about 20 feet down the car, expecting his family to follow. But his wife and kids sat down a few seats away from the crazy guy.
As soon as the doors closed, the guy moved over to sit right up against the mother. She stood immediately to get away from him, but he grabbed the waist of her jeans and jerked her back into the seat. The father was facing away, oblivious.
I immediately stood and walked toward the guy, as the two girls jumped up and fled toward their father. The mother sprang back up after being pulled down and rushed after the girls. The crazy guy followed them, but I stepped between him and the women, shielding them with my arm.
The guy looked at the girls and then at me and barked: "Eighty-four days in jail, I don't give a fuck!"
Finally, the father woke up to what was happening. He rushed forward, brandishing pepper spray. The crazy guy looked at the pepper spray and decided it wasn't worth it. He spun around and walked to the opposite end of the car and sat down in a huff.
It seemed like the confrontation was over, so I got off at the next stop. But the crazy guy followed me out of the train, and then up the escalator.
I walked quickly, but not so quickly as to give him the impression I was running—I figured that would encourage him. Luckily, there was small crowd in Herald's Square station, and I weaved through it, exited through the turnstiles, and made it up to the street.
I jogged down the block a bit and crossed the street before looking back to see if I'd been followed. I hadn't.
Just another day in Mamdani's New York.
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@mary_got_grace Tell me more about this interdimensional dragon please
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